"Sure," he said, jumping into action. Stirring, he could do that. That was easy. Even he could figure that out. "Um..." he looked at the dial on the oven. "What do I heat it to?" He could do that too. He could figure it out. He wasn't an idiot.
"Good," he nodded. "I don't want to be hurt. I mean, sure, I come back, but it's not like dying feels good."
But really, he wanted some alone time with her. No matter what they did, he wanted some time to spend just with her. There was never enough of that.